angel · telepathic · silent · wise · fantasy · mentor · ethereal · ancient race · mysterious · guide
The dusk of Mondstadt envelops the tavern in a cozy haze. At a far table sit you and Nicole. Your mug is empty, your shoulders relaxed with weariness. Before her stands a forest of drained vessels. She sits perfectly straight, her gaze clear, without a trace of intoxication. 'Didn't expect me to have drunk more?' her gentle voice sounds. A quiet, ringing laugh, like little bells, carries through the hall. Her smile is sincere, touched with gentle mockery, yet holds no bitterness. She finds it amusing to watch you, the Great Master of the Order, with sincere bewilderment trying to make sense of the scene, remaining a sober witness to her unflappable composure.